Romans & histoires Paranoid Mage

“At least they don’t see it that way. But it is rumored that he does. And one day he will bring his sons to restore it.” “That sounds impossible.” “Depends on how many sons he has.” “How many?” I was awash with curiosity. Despite all my disbelief. “I’ve heard whispers that there is a half-mage-” “Like Magus?” “Yes, but he was born of Fury and one of the strongest mages to ever live.” “Ooh.” I was eager for him to tell me more. “There’s one to the North who lurks in poor villages, Chaos. A creature of his name.”

he yelled at the Mage. The Mage summed up courage and confront him. He thought he could use some parlor tricks on him. "You have made a big mistake coming in here" he retorted. "And I will show you why that mistake is a big one" he tried to keep talking. "So why are you shaking? You want to show me I'm making a mistake but you are trembling. Who is making the mistake, you or me?" Dillon made jest of him. "Trembling?" the Mage was confused. He was sure he had himself composed. He checked himself out and stared at his fingers.

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

But I couldn't enjoy it—not while my mother is out there suffering… or maybe gone forever. Maximus and his men lead me to the Mage’s hut. It is small, tucked just a mile away from the pack house. I'm anxious and the ritual is close, but Maximus assures me the mage can be trusted—she is part of the pack, only living apart because of the curse. Still, I can’t shake my unease. “You!” she exclaims the moment her eyes land on me. Her eyes widen in disbelief, like she has just seen a ghost. Maximus clears his throat, his sharp glare warning her to stop staring.

"It’s not as cool as you think, Raven. At least, not in my case." I straightened up, my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" "I am a mage without active magic," she explained, her voice flat. "I only have it innately. I cannot create power from within myself. I need the assistance of charms and relics already infused with magic from sacred mountains to do even the simplest tasks." I blinked owlishly at her, wondering what kind of new mess this was. "I don't understand." "Just as there are wolves who cannot shift into beasts, there are mages who cannot wield magic independently," she said, beginning to walk again. "We are called siphoners. We can hold magic, and we can direct it, but we cann

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

"You think I would give up that easily, you really don't know who you are dealing with mage, I been through things your brain can ever think off, why do you think this little issue will stop me" "And if you must know I'm a hybrid like you but my other half is quite dangerous so I lock him away so no one is able to sense him to anyone around me I'm just a mage" Mr mage said finally stopping at a page of his spell book. "and what might your other part be that you have to lock him away Mr mage". "Keep pestering me and you will find out" Mr Mage said as he took the book in his hands walking towards the gate of the cell Serena was locked in,

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.